Molly was committing dinner by that time, aided and abetted by Sanya, who seemed to take some kind of grim Russian delight in watching train wrecks in progress.

It doesn't make you a monster to want, she said, her voice very gentle. It's what you do with it that matters.

All right. Tell me what I'm looking at." From the improvised Rolling Stones T-shirt bag tied to my sash, Bob the Skull said, in his most caustic voice, "A giant pair of cartoon lips." I muttered a curse and fumbled with the shirt until one of the skull's glowing orange eye sockets was visible. A big goofy magic nerd!" Bob said.

Men plan. Fate Laughs. Guis Alera, First Lord

I didn't know this before, but as it turns out, Tyrannosaurs can really haul ass.

You can't plan for everything or you never get started in the first place.

Here had lived someone else who knew that the only thing waiting at home was a sense of loneliness. Sometimes it is comforting. Most often, it isn't.